Taming of Tom Paris, Part 20


By Britta


"Tom...get up. We have to get to the bridge." I didn't know if my raspy voice would get through to him. I was afraid he'd think he was dreaming. I tried to pry him off me but had little success.
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We'd only been asleep a couple of hours when, what I fervently hoped was just the second security drill, occurred. The lights began flashing.
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He wriggled in my arms and latched onto me even more tightly than Seven did to the chocolate bars Neelix gave her.
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When the klaxons started going off, he jerked to semi-awareness and let go of me muttering, "Sadist. Why are you doing this to me?"
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He opened his eyes and stumbled to his feet when he felt me get out of bed.
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Ordering the lights up to full, I grated, "I'm not doing anything except trying to get dressed. We *are* at red alert in case you haven't noticed. So get a move on. NOW."
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He snapped out of his mental fog in an instant when he realized this was real. He dressed more quickly than I thought possible and was waiting for me at the door as I slipped my last boot on.
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"Let's go, Cha."
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His eyes were red and he looked like he needed a lot more sleep but he was as professional as I'd ever seen him. I tapped my badge and tried to contact the Captain. No luck.
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Tom tried his badge but couldn't get through to anyone either. The lights went down, then flickered and went out entirely. We headed for the turbolift, feeling our way along the corridor until we came to an emergency station where we obtained wristlights.
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While we put them on, he said nonchalantly, "Well, I guess we get to climb up to the bridge."
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Stifling a yawn, I replied evenly, "It won't be the first time. Luckily we don't have that far to go."
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"Then let's do it." He led the way to the nearest Jeffries tube and away we went.
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As we climbed, he grumbled, "You sure know how to pick the most inconvenient times for these things."
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"Don't blame me, I had nothing to do with it. In fact, this might not be a drill. When we get to the top, let me go first." Before he could bitch about it, I added sternly, "That's an order."
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We reached the bridge deck and cautiously, quietly, moved toward the access panel that, once open, would let us get to the bridge, into the full view of anyone or anything that might be there.
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Tom remained silent but slipped his hand into mine and squeezed hard for a moment, then let go and we continued on our way.
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We stopped and snooped briefly. Seeing that everything appeared normal for a red alert, we emerged onto the bridge.
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"You made good time, gentlemen, considering the circumstances," the Captain intoned.
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Tom went directly to the helm while I was motioned into the Ready Room.
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Several hours and many long discussions later, I was let out.
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Tom wasn't on the bridge anymore and I was so tired I couldn't think straight. I hoped that he'd been dismissed by Tuvok when the drill had ended.
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After going through more reports than I cared to think about, I'd been ordered to take the day off. The Captain and Tuvok were also told by the Doctor that they could not report for duty for the next 24 hours.
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I swear that hologram has a soul. If he didn't, he would've evaporated into bits and bytes years ago.
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Yawning continuously, I went home and hoped for nothing more than to crawl into bed and sleep.
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Tom wasn't there when I arrived but I could see the signs of his recent occupation. Although the bed didn't contain any of his left-over body heat, the bathroom mirror was still slightly steamed up.
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I stripped and got into the shower, letting the hottest water I could stand pound down upon me. A quick wash was all I could perform as I heard my pillow calling my name like a siren's song.
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Once dry, I ordered the lights off and collapsed into bed, feeling sleep steal over me with the same intensity as Tom did when he played the living blanket game.
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Eons later, I smelled something. It was disturbing, enticing and not to be ignored. Reluctantly, I fought my way to wakefulness. By the time I'd achieved it, my brain had figured out what that delicious aroma was and my stomach got into the act by growling loudly.
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I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Tom standing next to the bed, fanning the scent of a large meal in my direction.
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Seeing me move, he said smugly, "I knew this would work."
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He leaned over to kiss me and I automatically reached for the back of his head but he pulled away stating, "Nope. Food first."
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As he helped me sit up, wedging pillows behind me, I yawned and inquired, "What time is it?"
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Settling the tray on my lap, he replied, "It's dinner time, more or less. You've been asleep for a few hours but haven't eaten in the last day. So eat now."
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Eyeing his naked body appreciatively as he settled beside me, I got the distinct impression that he would pull rank in the medical department and feed me forcibly if I didn't comply.
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He sat cross-legged to my left and moved to pull the sheet over his lap when suddenly, I reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him.
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"Don't cover yourself," I decreed. "I keep you unclothed for a purpose."
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He looked surprised for a moment, then dropped the sheet and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't thinking."
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I released him and he stared at the food pointedly, "Now, will you *please* eat?" He tried to hide his concern but failed.
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Grinning at him tiredly, I dug into the meal he gave me. There was soup, a sandwich, a salad and a big mug of my favorite tea.
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As I ate, he groused, "I don't know why you had to work so long. It was only a drill."
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Between bites, I explained, "There were a lot more variables this time. We encountered quite a few problems during the drill itself and afterwards. Also, we had to see how well we'd hold up under prolonged pressure in a fatigued state...none of us are getting any younger."
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He snorted, "So that's it. I swear! You told me you didn't plan on this happening when it did and I believed you." He shook his head.
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I finished munching a mouthful of salad, swallowed and replied, "Tom, I did *not* know when the drill would occur. None of us did, except the Doctor. I'm sorry it caught us off-guard like that but reality can barge in at any time, especially when we least expect it."
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"I know that!" he retorted indignantly. "It's just that I'm not used to being fucked half to death right before a major crisis."
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I got the feeling he was hedging. As a test, I asked seriously, "Do you want me to stop making love to you? Or do *you* want to decide when I can or cannot take you?"
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He ran a hand through his hair then rubbed his eyes. I started in on the soup and waited while he gathered his thoughts. Heaving a huge sigh and radiating frustration, he just stared at me. Hard.
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I quietly continued eating my soup. I also finished the sandwich he'd given me and drank the last of my tea. Patting my lips with the napkin he'd provided, I leaned over to put the tray on the nightstand but he jumped up and grabbed it, then took off like a shot into the other room.
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I heard him banging things into the recycler and took advantage of his absence to make a quick trip to the head. As I relieved myself, I wondered what the hell I'd done to upset him so much.
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Grabbing my robe, I wandered out to the living area. Tom was lying on the couch, on his side with his back to me. I walked over and leaned down to lay a kiss on his shoulder.
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"Thank you for dinner," I said softly.
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"You're welcome," he mumbled ungraciously.
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I sat beside him and stroked his arm. "Care to tell me what's bothering you?"
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"No." Piqued.
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"OK. Are you angry with me? Do you want some time to yourself?"
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"Angry? No. Annoyed? Yes. Time alone? No! I had enough of that earlier," he said disgustedly.
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Ah. Now we were getting somewhere. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" I offered hopefully.
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"No." Pissed.
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Back to square one. I sighed. I wasn't in the mood to deal with him in a snit and perching on the edge of the sofa was becoming uncomfortable.
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Sighing again, I stood up and stretched. Calling for the time, I was surprised to find it was nearly 2100. I went over to the terminal and checked the duty roster. The Doctor had used his medical override and given the Captain and myself the day off tomorrow, as well as today. Tom and the other senior officers who'd had to spend extra time filling out reports after the drill only had to work a half shift and it was a late one starting at noon.
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I looked ahead and found the schedule for the crew rotation to be untouched. It would go into effect in a couple of days. I wasn't too thrilled about having to do it because Tom would remain on Alpha shift while I took Gamma.
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We wouldn't be able to sleep together if we wanted to spend any time with each other while we were awake. I frowned at the screen for some time without realizing it until I felt Tom's long fingers smoothing my brow.
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I glanced up at him, seeing him standing there, studying me. "What?" I asked quietly.
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"I'm sorry."
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"What for? You haven't done anything wrong." I took his hand and pressed the palm to my lips, relieved that he was speaking to me again.
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"Then why were you frowning?" he asked in a slightly suspicious tone of voice.
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I leaned back in the chair and explained, "I was running over the duty roster and to be honest, contemplating the unhappy thought of sleeping alone. I've grown accustomed to having you in bed with me and I'm not looking forward to being all by myself again."
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"Oh. I get it; the crew rotation." He pulled me to my feet and tilted his head toward the table. "You want some more tea?"
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Sensing he was about ready to talk to me, I followed him and answered, "Yes. Please."
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He brought the tea and sat down directly across from me. I waited and watched as he blew across the top of his mug a few times, then took a cautious sip.
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Setting the mug down, he raised his eyes and stated, "It's not just you that's bugging me."
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"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" I asked dryly.
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He grinned, albeit reluctantly. "That didn't come out right. What I mean is that there's more than one thing weighing on my mind. And, oh yeah, the answer is definitely 'NO'."
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Confused and still tired, I inquired, "No to which question?"
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He reached across the table and extended his hand. I clasped it in my own and he tangled our fingers together. "NO as in 'No, I don't want you to stop making love to me'. No, I also don't want to decide when you can do it...I like not knowing what to expect. It turns me on." His face turned a little pink at that confession.
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"I'm glad to hear it." Grinning to myself, I took another sip of my tea and continued, "So are you willing to tell me now just why you are annoyed?"
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He rubbed his fingers against mine and sighed. Sucking in a deep breath, he began, "First off, I didn't like being awakened so rudely, what felt like a few seconds after one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. Second, I didn't like it when you wanted to lead the way to the bridge. Third, you could've commed me to tell me you'd be working late. Fourth, when you finally did get home, you should have told me you were there."
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OK, not 100 percent my fault, only 75. Damn. Seeking some inner calm, I replied, "Let's take your list of complaints one at a time. The first one--"
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He interrupted, "Doesn't matter. I accept that it wasn't your doing. It just put me in a bad mood."
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I nodded my agreement and went on, "As for the second point you made: I have to ask why you were upset that I wanted to go first."
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"What do you mean 'why'?" He let go of my hand and stood up. "Dammit, Cha! Where do you get off thinking that you're more expendable than I am?"
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Oh, Spirits. This was it. I sighed inwardly and wondered how the hell to get out of this without pissing him off further. "Tom, please sit down. I don't think that either one of us is 'expendable'."
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He grudgingly did as I asked but snapped, "Listen! There are other pilots on board. Even if I am the best, it doesn't matter. Hell, Cha, *you* are a pilot, a fine one. But I am not a First Officer or a Captain and you have been both. You shouldn't try to protect me just because you love me."
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I took a deep breath, gripped his hands in mine and stated as calmly as I could, "Tom, I do love you, more than I thought I would ever love anyone but I didn't order you to let me go first for only that reason, much as I would've liked. Yes, I admit I feel very protective of you but in this situation, I took into account that you'd had one hell of day, what with the bowling alley opening and later, me spanking you then fucking you oblivious. It was clear to me that you were exhausted and not just physically. I didn't want to take any chances. I apologize if that upsets you but it's the truth."
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He frowned at me, his lips clamped into a thin line. Disengaging our hands, he stood up again. I watched him pace around the small space we shared and remained silent.
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I felt bad. Maybe my judgment had been off. I, too, had been tired by last night's activities though not as emotionally drained as Tom.
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Finally, he stopped and turned to look at me. After a long pause, he replied in a voice tight with self-control, "I understand your reasoning. I don't like it but I can see your point. However, when push comes to shove don't think for one minute I will ever let you put yourself in danger to save me. I have to do what I think is right. I wouldn't be able to forgive you if I lost you in a situation like that and I know for a fact that I couldn't live with myself afterwards."
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"Does this mean you would disobey a direct order?" I asked, concerned.
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He shrugged and shook his head slowly. "To be honest, I don't know."
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It was the simple truth and there was no point in arguing with him. I sipped my tea thoughtfully.
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He came over to me and rested his hand on my shoulder. "Are you angry?"
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"No." I placed my hand on top of his and looked up at him. "I'm glad you told me."
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He squeezed my shoulder and said steadily, "Don't underestimate me. I can take a lot before I fall apart." He went back to his side of the table and picked up his mug.
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"I'm sure you can. I'm sorry what I did made you feel bad. That was never my intention."
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"I know," he stated in a much gentler voice.
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Well, that took care of the first two items on his list of complaints.
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He took a long sip of tea and gripped the mug with both hands, warming them. "Now, about the fact that you didn't com me to tell me what was going on, I want you to know I waited up for you as long as I could before I dozed off. I'd hoped we could have breakfast together and get in some serious snuggling before catching up on our sleep. Also, if I had known when you were coming home, I would've made sure I was here to take care of you."
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I sat up straight and admitted, "For those mistakes, I take full responsibility. I'm very sorry to have been so inconsiderate. All I can say is I was too busy and too tired, in that order. I know that doesn't excuse my behavior. I apologize for not keeping you informed; you do have the right to know. Will you forgive me?"
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He rose and walked around the table, a speculative expression on his face. Stopping by my side, he waited until I turned in my chair to face him.
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Placing his hands on my shoulders, he suggested, "Apologize to me like you did when you let Tuvok catch me naked on your couch and I'll think about it." Humor glinted in his eyes and I was relieved to see its return.
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Recalling that night in all its unsettling detail, I dutifully leaned forward and bent my head, taking his cock and balls into my hand and kissed them adoringly, reverently, even worshipfully then intoned, "I'm sorry, Tom. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
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He peered down at me like a king regarding a beloved member of his court while I thought we'd just added another ritual to our repertoire.
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"Yes, there is. Two things. I will only exact payment for the last two mistakes you made. Fair enough?" He smiled at me, not letting me know what he had in mind.
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"Of course, anything. I'll do whatever you want. But be warned, I'm still tired and I can say truthfully that I'm not up to marathon sex tonight." I felt obligated to give him the option of deferring this if he wanted more than I could give.
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He gazed at me and I thought he looked a little sad. I wondered why and speculated I was missing something important. Before I could ask what it was, he said, "Cha? Do you trust me?"
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"Yes. I do," I answered honestly.
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He helped me to my feet and said, "Then come with me."
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Taking me by the hand, he led me into the bedroom, killing the lights in the living area on the way.
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He removed my robe and pointed at the bed, saying, "Get comfortable."
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While I did so, he went into the bathroom only to emerge a few minutes later with a steaming cloth which he wrapped in a towel and set on his nightstand.
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I didn't ask and he didn't volunteer an explanation. He dimmed the lights to a quarter and climbed into bed next to me.
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Arranging himself in my embrace to his satisfaction, he stated quietly, "You're mine until noon tomorrow. Tonight will pay for one mistake and the morning will pay for the other. Are these terms acceptable?"
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"Yes, they are. What do you want me to do?" I asked curiously.
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He shifted against me, clutching me tighter and replied softly, "Hold me. Let me talk to you. I was serious earlier about spending some time snuggling and I want to do it now. I've missed you; I didn't get to see you at all today."
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I sighed in relief that he wasn't expecting me to perform sexual miracles this evening and answered, "Your wish is my command. Snuggle away and talk a blue streak if you like."
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He turned my head toward his and kissed me, murmuring, "In my book, snuggling includes kisses. Lots of them...among other things." He kissed me again and again but kept it to a level of intensity that wouldn't spark a total conflagration among our nerve endings. There were numerous, soft kisses both short and long, all guaranteed to foster a feeling of loving tenderness but not induce riotous lust.
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It was nice. Having Tom in my arms, kissing me. I didn't feel pressured in any way to do anything and that's when I realized what it was I'd missed earlier. He didn't need hot and heavy sex all the time. He just needed to be with me. Feeling extremely idiotic, I vowed to myself that I would stay awake for as long he wanted me to or at least until he had gotten what he needed from me.
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"Tom?" I ventured between sweet kisses. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
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"Umm," he nuzzled my neck and rubbed my chest once more. "I wanted to tell you about my bowling team."
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"Oh? Who's on it?" I asked, genuinely curious.
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He raised up a bit and smiled at me triumphantly, "You won't believe it but Dalby and Torres and Ayala and Geron."
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My eyebrows rose toward my hairline as I replied incredulously, "You're right. I don't believe it. How did *that* happen?"
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He grinned from ear to ear. "Beats me. Since Dalby and B'Elanna got together, he's been downright friendly. She's still a little prickly but I figure that will pass. As for Ayala and Geron, let's just say they watched us play our first game and saw who won."
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The smirk on his face was worth more to me at that instant than anything else I could think of. He looked so happy, so thrilled to be on top of things, especially in light of the fact that the bowling alley was both a social and public forum where it now seemed that Tom had been accepted by all.
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"I think it's wonderful. I hope your team does well." I said this with all sincerity even recalling how little B'Elanna understood the game.
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"Thanks. I hope no matter how my team does that you'll come and watch us play sometimes."
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"Whenever I can. That's a promise." I patted his shoulders and kissed him to seal the deal.
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He rubbed against me a little harder, then whispered, "I want you to know that no one else has the same color shirts we do. My team will wear dark green with our names in white. Our colors are only for us."
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He was turning me on and I suspected he meant to but didn't know what he wanted me to do about it so all I said was, "Good. I'm glad." I massaged his back and he sighed his pleasure, slowly relaxing into another frame of mind.
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"Cha?" he queried softly.
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"Hmm?"
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"I have to admit that you surprised me last night."
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"I did? Was it because I wore the shoes and shirt you gave me?"
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He shook his head, rubbing his nose along my collarbone and replied, "No. Not that."
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Puzzled, I asked, "Then what?"
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He buried his face between my neck and shoulder and mumbled almost inaudibly, "When you spanked me. I wasn't expecting it."
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I stroked his hair and said softly, "But you liked it, didn't you?"
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"Yes."
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I could feel the heat from his red face practically searing my skin and wondered if he would ever be able to own up to wanting it. Lost in my musings regarding this concept, I almost missed his whisper.
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"Cha?"
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"Yes," I answered as quietly as I could.
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His grip on me tightened considerably and he breathed, "You never did take care of me after you spanked me last night."
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I shifted our positions until I could look him in the eye and said gently, "I know I didn't. *That* was the price you paid for not telling me when I'd hurt you before."
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His eyes widened then his lips curled into a slow, embarrassed grin as he acknowledged the truth and revised his next course of action. I could see the thoughts racing through his mind and wondered what sort of demon I'd let loose with my explanation.
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"Tom, do you want me to take care of you now?" I offered.
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He responded, "Not now but later."
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He leaned forward and kissed me, this time making sure to up the ante to the point where I started to squirm. His tongue snaked around the inside of my mouth investigating every nook and cranny. I tightened my arms around him and he ground his hips against mine.
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I let him kiss me and touch me to his heart's content. Whatever he wanted he could have. His fingers wandered where they would and I tried hard to curb the impulse to control his actions.
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He was stroking my ass so lightly it almost tickled. I wondered if he would take me tonight.
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My hand slid down his back until I cupped a soft cheek. Squeezing gently evoked a moan that began deep in his throat and ended deep in mine.
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He wriggled and rubbed his skin along my own, trying to touch as much of me as possible with as much of him as possible. I felt his chest hair teasing my nipples as he moved back and forth slowly, tempting me to full arousal.
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When he finally released my lips, he went for my neck like a vampire and growled, "I'm hungry tonight. I'm going to make a 9-course dinner out of you and because I know how tired you are, you get to lie there and do nothing to stop me."
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"Ahhh, I see...." I managed to say betwixt nips to my throat.
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With that he crawled on top of me and kissed my nose. "Just relax and enjoy. Above all, don't interfere. Oh, yeah, one more thing. You can't touch my dick; consider it off limits," he smirked.
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"OK. Whatever you say." I saw his smile grow wider as I agreed to his rules. Hmm, at least I could touch the rest of him.
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He straddled me and sat up calling for full lights. "I know you like to watch so I'm making sure you get a really good view," he said smugly as he stuffed another pillow under my head.
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I reached up and palmed his chest, toying briefly with his nipples before letting my hands slide down to his belly. I carefully worked around his jutting cock and stroked his thighs. He was so beautiful I sometimes had to catch my breath just looking at him.
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After giving me an eyeful, he bent to his stated task with the utmost dedication. He licked and sucked me everywhere, pausing frequently to replenish his supply of saliva by taking some of mine, which I was more than willing to share.
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I patted and stroked and rubbed him whenever he came into reach but for the most part I just lay there and concentrated on the sensations his busy mouth produced. My nerves were thrumming with excitement and as tired as I was, I was anything but sleepy.
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He moved from my legs to my chest, up and down my arms, nibbling on the sensitive pads of my fingers. Everything he did seemed to turn him on more and more until he finally kneeled between my widely spread legs and settled down for a long, slow session of cock sucking.
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His first lick from base to crown drew a moan from me which seemed to galvanize him into action. My moans increased as they were answered by him humming his appreciation. The vibration of his humming reverberated through my flesh and if he kept it up for very long I knew I would explode into an infinite number of tiny shards.
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My fingers were threaded through his hair and tightened involuntarily around the wavy strands when he took me deep into his throat, "Oooohhh, Tom, don't stop...."
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His hands gripped my hips hard, trying to keep me under control but I was too close and surging upwards I came, shouting hoarsely to whichever gods were listening.
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He quickly released me and rose as I fell back onto the pillows. Then he leaned over me, resting his weight on his hands and with a heartfelt, drawn out groan climaxed all over my stomach and chest.
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I was so out of it for a few seconds that what I'd seen didn't register right away.
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He flopped over to lie beside me on his back, still breathing hard. A moment later he mumbled, "Look, Cha, no hands."
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My breathing calmed and my mind put itself back together. He had indeed come with no stimulation to his cock by either one of us. Amazing. Somewhat in awe, I replied, "Yes. So I noticed."
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He rolled to his side and propped his head in his hand, "Bet you didn't know I could do that."
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I smiled, "No, I didn't."
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He sat up and grabbed the towel-covered cloth. It was still warm and felt very nice as he used it to clean me off, then himself.
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Drying me carefully, he said, "I wanted you to know how much you turn me on. Just allowing me to do what I wanted to you, letting me please you is enough for me." He kissed me then wadded up the cloth inside the towel and tossed them in the general direction of the bathroom.
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I peered over at him and said, "Thank you. What you did felt wonderful."
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Lowering the lights again, he resumed his favorite position of lying half on top of me and said, "You're welcome. I don't think you have any idea how absolutely delicious you are."
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Once he stopped wiggling around, I pulled the covers up over us and gave him a kiss. "I'll take your word for it."
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"You do that," he whispered. "Now, for my next request...I want you to take care of me."
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"Oh, you do, do you?" I whispered back. "Then come up here where I can get at you."
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I pulled him up to lie completely on top of me and pushed my legs between his, forcing him to open up for me. I put my arms around him and began stroking and patting his butt. I scooted lower so I had better access and he whimpered when I rubbed that special spot beneath his balls.
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"Umm, it feels so good. I could fall asleep like this."
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I kissed him and replied, "Go ahead."
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"Mmm, not quite yet." He reached under his pillow and got out the lube. "Give me your hand."
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I complied and he placed a dollop of the gel on my finger. I smiled and thought he was getting better at letting me know what he wanted. He wouldn't look at me though, just put the tube away and killed the lights.
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Parting his cheeks with one hand, I let the other slip over, around and then finally inside the entrance to his body. He gasped, "Oh, yesss."
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I fingered him and rubbed his cheeks until he grew even more relaxed.
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After long minutes and many soft sighs of appreciation, he said, "Thank you. I'm going to sleep now. Please don't stop though."
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"I won't," I promised.
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"Good. And don't forget you're mine until noon. Right?"
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I reassured him, "That's right. All yours. Good night, sweetheart." I kissed him and heard his breathing change, slowing down even more.
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"Good night, sir."
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I smiled at that and allowed myself to enjoy the luxury of touching and feeling him in this manner for a long time after he drifted off to sleep.
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As I succumbed to the fatigue that had hovered around me all evening, I wondered what he had planned for the morning.

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